The night before, Bai Yi was practicing swordplay in the courtyard.
Although he had not led troops to fight for a long time, Bai Yi did not dare to relax for a day.
It's really because the current Holy Lord Gu Yihan is a militant. Occasionally, he takes a fancy to some country's land and directly raises his troops to go to war.
Bai Yi must be prepared for such times.
So, he took out the red tassel gun that had been gathering dust for several months and started gesticulating back and forth in the yard.
The red tassel spear was powerful in his hand, his movements were smooth and flowing, like a swimming dragon with a rustling blade wind.
After Bai Yi finished exercising for a while, he was already sweating profusely in the relatively cold weather at the end of winter.
Just when he was about to wipe it away with his hand, a white towel suddenly appeared in front of him.
Bai Yi was stunned and took it easily.
He looked at Ye Siming standing in front of him. The young man's eyebrows were silent, as if he was staring into the abyss.
Bai Yi was puzzled. Ye Siming handed him a white scarf, which was unprecedented.
Since Ye Siming came to Bai Mansion, he has always liked to live in seclusion and rarely talk to Bai Yi. Even if they chat on a daily basis, Bai Yi is talking most of the time and he listens quietly.
The young man only responded to topics he was interested in.
But now, it was the first time that he took the initiative to walk into his yard and thoughtfully handed him a towel to wipe his sweat!
"Have you had dinner?" The two of them were speechless, and Bai Yi broke the silence first.
Ye Siming nodded slowly and gave a "hmm" with the utmost care.
Then, he stopped leaving and just stared at Bai Yi.
The young man's eyes seemed to be shining with a cold light in the dark night. Bai Yi had been on the battlefield for many years, and the hair on his back stood up even after being looked at.
He couldn't help it anymore and asked: "Are you looking for me for something?"
Ye Siming looked at him in silence for a moment, then nodded slowly.
Then he asked in a cold voice: "Do you need my help? I can do anything. Just give me money."
Bai Yi:......
He looked at Ye Siming's expression and felt that he was not joking.
"You want silver flowers?"
Ye Siming nodded gently.
Bai Yi sighed: "The emperor gave you so many gold and silver jewels before, but they can all be exchanged for silver flowers."
Ye Siming shook his head: "I want money that I can spend, not such shiny dead things."
"How much?"
Ye Siming pondered: "If you can afford a candy bar, how many do you need?"
After he finished speaking, Bai Yi completely understood.
He was asking for money to take care of the little princess. He almost forgot that Siming was going to the palace to accompany Gu Nuoer tomorrow night!
Bai Yi raised his head and laughed: "It's such a small thing, come on, I'll give you ten taels directly. It will be enough to buy ten candies tomorrow."
Ye Siming turned sideways to avoid the silver coins he handed over, and said coldly: "I don't accept food from outsiders. I help you and you give me money. This is only fair."
Bai Yi scratched the back of his head in distress: "But I don't have anything to ask for your help now."
Ye Siming took a deep breath: "Then I'll keep an eye on you, because I just saw that your movements with the gun were slow, and you might accidentally fall. If I catch you then, it can be considered as a help."
Bai Yi:......
He waved his hand: "Don't bother me so much. I'm still pretty stable. How about this? You take this red tassel gun and show me your marksmanship, and I'll give you ten taels, okay?"
Ye Siming thought about it and felt that it was a deal, so he nodded and took the red tassel gun.
With the spear in his hand, he has a graceful posture. Compared with Bai Yi's ancestral marksmanship, Ye Siming's movement skills are more changeable.
Like a dragon or a snake, the shadow of the gun is like a cold light all over the sky, with the cold breath of splitting the snow and breaking up the mountains.